A Certain Sort of Ecstasy
By: siet
In the calm surrender of elemental bliss I
open my eyes in a womb of ocean chill held
tightly in the clutches of pristine beauty wanting
only to drag me down
Her voice is like a clipped music box trembling
in the depth of this behemoth holding me her
lips like leeches against my skin drawing from
me all she can take all I can offer hands
clawing into my naked skin and refusing to
allow me this one gasp of oxygen needed
to pull away
My whole life I had convinced myself that I
wanted her and now faced with the inevitable
surrender into her flesh I find my whole being
in panic thrashing against this cold embrace
begging for anything other than her touch
And yet in these final moments I can recall
all the times I promised her myself swore that
I would be hers when she called and now
here I am faced with an eternity lasting only a
few seconds abandoning my body
forgetting my soul